Huzzah

My favorite cousin Sam has been in Texas for family emergency duty. The Marines let him leave his post in Afghanistan, he's a fighter pilot, and a damn good one, too. We're cut from the same cloth, Sam and I, except for my fear of heights, that is... In our family, we're the rebels, which only means that we do our own thing, we take risks without realizing we're being risky and we're independent without realizing we're more so than most people.

Sam is in great shape. He suggested a 10 mile "bonding" run around Town Lake on Sat. morning. I said, "sure." It's longer than I've run since the marathon. I'm usually a 7 miler on Saturdays. We started out faster than my usual pace. We hit 7 miles and I'd peeled 8 minutes off my usual time. At 8 miles, Sam asked, "how far are we?" "2 miles to go!" "I'd like to walk the last one." "that's cool." We ran to the Stevie Ray Vaughn statue and then walked the last mile in. I guess I can offically keep up with the marines. We did have a nice bonding run and I'm pretty sure I could have kept running that last mile...

In other news;
Nashville screening went great!
Houston screening went great!

Moving forward, yes we are. Huzzah! as they say in the Marines...at least I think that's what they say...